This is a song about "Joespehs coat"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

I just know you need to go and grab your freshest winter coat

It's in his coat, and this is what he wrote

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Kkkhhkkk..i slit her throat blood spills all over her coat