This is a song about "Polo jacket"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

Yo bitches beggin she can see my polo draws

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

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

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

I need to be in room with a straight jacket

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Cold days without a jacket