This is a song about "Coat hanger abor"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

All my niggas get together to gather loot

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof