This is a song about "The leafs"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Choked the one on the throne

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Call on one of your girls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

And the streets is getting colder

I'm the client you're the broker/

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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