This is a song about "When the leaves fall"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I'm the reason behind every fall

And i be talking about me, i do this

And i got blown like the leaves on the trees is,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Then you get mad when he leaves you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Just me and my boss no worries at all

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

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

I'm why baby mamas leave