This is a song about "Polo jacket"

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack