This is a song about "Gloves"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Scared to love, readin' all of the above, i'm takin' off the gloves,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So cold you need to wear a hat and gloves when you blast it up