This is a song about "Straight jacket"

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

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

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I need to be in room with a straight jacket

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but