This is a song about "Maple leaves"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

In private, not public in the streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Rappers please step forward

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

You ain’t never been higher than this

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

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

But she's not alonemiss independent

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves