This is a song about "Got my hoodie on"

Got many bitches on my plate at once

And finally, everyone got their own problems

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Got my sneakers on my shoes strapped to my feat

I can always go home and look down my street

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Got the new retros on my feet

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

My brain fucked up so i put a hoodie on to cover it

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My medication, has got me on a elevation