This is a song about "Leather"

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

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

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

As i end this letter

He's buying me leather

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

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

Leather seats in that ride from the streets with that pride

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right