This is a song about "School trench coat"

Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

That im a slice off ya skin and make a new coat

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The thugs say i'm cool

See i learned it in school

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

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

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job