This is a song about "Coat of arms"

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

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

They scared up and bleeding like the arms of a junkie that's been scared by a needle//

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Provided by the arms king of the east side

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

After that moscato hit

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

Finish line with the tire marks

That you were in my arms