This is a song about "Leaves"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

And money trees destroy us, hate leaks through the leaves,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

And murder leaves no retribution

And i like the hoes that need passion

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

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Then you get mad when he leaves you

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets