This is a song about "Coats"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer