This is a song about "Maple leaves"

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

This verse leaves you having to read braille

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

But she's not alonemiss independent