This is a song about "Sun wind leaves"

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

My drive is like no one

I care for you more than sun

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Then put it into sex drive

Where only the wind fucken blows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Your scent flowing in the wind

Their sayin on my mind

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

I ain't trynna be forward

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

It ain't about black or white cause we human