This is a song about "Sun wind leaves"

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

I wonder why we take from our women

Man of steel's been looking at the sun/

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

There are times when you'll need someone

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I'm caged up in state prison

I care for you more than sun

Go where you ain't been

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

High styles crumbling leaves