This is a song about "Leaves"

Used to call me the african don dada

You'll never make peace when i slam it, peace leaves ya,

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Can't imagine what i'll do when michael leaves this home.

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

And if you love substance you'll love wale

This verse leaves you having to read braille