This is a song about "Jacket"

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

I put my shoes and jacket on and get my schoolbag on my back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

But i should really be in a jail cell with a straight jacket

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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