This is a song about "Letterman jacket"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

See you spot lk on the back, snap back, nike jacket, you can't hack it, it all fit right/

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

You saw a woman in a jacket, you had a smile in, your face as you slowly

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket