This is a song about "Suit jacket pocket"

I need to be in room with a straight jacket

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

You reachin in your pocket

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

I had to fight back and shit

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Got the game on lock in my pocket