This is a song about "Maple leaves"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I have that maple syrup urine disease,

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

At least not until my mom leaves

What preceded was the clue

Then you get mad when he leaves you

This verse leaves you having to read braille

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

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

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Can barely walk the city streets

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And murder leaves no retribution