This is a song about "Gloves"

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

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

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups