This is a song about "Duffys jacket"

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Cold days without a jacket

Another love song about shit

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Haha ya got scared when i saw ya hiding underneath your jacket,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up