This is a song about "Do the jacket"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Love is gonna get you

What the fuck do i do

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I was twelve when the gunned you

And the kinda shit you use to do,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

And all the while i think of you

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit