This is a song about "Flack jacket"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

You saw a woman in a jacket, you had a smile in, your face as you slowly

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit