This is a song about "Jacket"

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

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

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

Cause we done did that

Cold days without a jacket