This is a song about "Leather on"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Leather seats in that ride from the streets with that pride

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

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

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

He's buying me leather

I think it excited her