This is a song about "Fine corinthian leather"

With a memory so fine

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

In the caravan with some latin bitches

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

Yeah im in that 7.5 all leather

You is not hip then i can not coach her

To pretend that everythings fine

But check out how i roll mine

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot