One night me,my cousin and his wife were chilling and she admired my jacket like "yo that's a nice leather" I tell her "thanks I got it a few days before" she says "yea I got your cousin one" and opens the closet to show me... but no leather jacket....she starts going in on cuz like wtf you do with the jacket bytch...
my cousin who's a bit of a reformed crackhead starts denying that he sold the jacket...but crying saying shyt like "I ain't sell it

why you accuse me baby

" but he's real passionate...to the point where i'm like yo shorty he aint steal it...she slams her room door and we leave to cop bud out DC...before we left the parking lot
I asked him "did you steal the jacket" he looked back at me like 
Ive been thinking about that shyt since I saw day going "we gotta line that up"
that fake passion that belongs to the orchestrator ...