This is a song about "Leather jackets"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

No jackets were on our shoulders

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,