This is a song about "Do the jacket"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Nor all the things you do.

Not to shit on you

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

Double m-g not to mention we got that

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Take a look at my jacket no you can't match it

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

You should be cautious, kid

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit