This is a song about "Leather on"

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

That's word to my mom

Aight, keep going, on and on

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

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

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

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,

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

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