This is a song about "Leather pants"

Attached like pants keepin casual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Your pants get hit with cancer

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

He's buying me leather

I am olubowale, the answer to this

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.