This is a song about "Suit jacket pocket"

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

You easy stealing picked pocket,

An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

There’s nothing positive about that man in the suit,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route