This is a song about "Leather jackset"

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Leather seats in that ride from the streets with that pride

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

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

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void