This is a song about "Trench coat"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

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

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

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

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

Kkkhhkkk..i slit her throat blood spills all over her coat

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Am i supposed to coat it up? am i not allowed to open up?

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck