This is a song about "Glasses jacket shirt"

Cold days without a jacket

The master of this rap shit

Making a movie, spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

After i saw his body, i swear i was gonna hurl

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

And california on that jerk shit

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered