This is a song about "Leather"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

Or whether its tuscan leather, as long as i'm together

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

He's buying me leather

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Yeah im in that 7.5 all leather

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)