This is a song about "Coat hanger abor"

Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

Coat of pained stiches but i am wearin it, proudly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Kkkhhkkk..i slit her throat blood spills all over her coat

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

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat