This is a song about "Coats"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

This is oh so much like getting votes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,