This is a song about "Leather face"

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Genuine leather ill be the glue that bring reality and rap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

The first one, i pull turns you into severed leather,