This is a song about "Suit jacket pocket"

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Cold days without a jacket

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

And you all will respect that

Keep a gram in my pocket,

No money in pocket

But see i planned a trip

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I got a laptop in my back pocket

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Positioning these words to lines that suit best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest