This is a song about "Swaying leaves"

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Then you get mad when he leaves you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

You'll never make peace when i slam it, peace leaves ya,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

This leaves me to one conclusion, standing out is not a warrant.

At least not until my mom leaves

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,