This is a song about "Leather jackets"

No jackets were on our shoulders

Better yet they work my every nerve

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

Weatherproof as leather shoes, we sever through you rookies

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

Bring the battering ram where you live

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets