This is a song about "Leaves"

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

And i got blown like the leaves on the trees is,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

High styles crumbling leaves

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

I'm why baby mamas leave

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Got her going down, no teeth

At least not until my mom leaves

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

The burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,