This is a song about "Life jacket"

I need to be in room with a straight jacket

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

I write about your part in my life life life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

But i like you like..like a lil bit

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Chorus: ? life, life, life.. life is a pain.

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne