This is a song about "When the leaves fall"

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Taste the bitter in your mouth when freedom did fall

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

The thought of you never leaves my mind,

The glare makes me hard to find

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

Can't imagine what i'll do when michael leaves this home.

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone