This is a song about "Leather jacket"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Leather seats in that ride from the streets with that pride

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir