This is a song about "Leather on"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

He's buying me leather

Going broke, no sir

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Or whether its tuscan leather, as long as i'm together

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better