This is a song about "When the leaves fall"

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

And when the gards come around they fall and they stumble,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

When i push y'all down how hard you gon' fall?

They'll see when they cant take the fall

By the phone, no call

Little more weed, first class seats

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,