This is a song about "Trench coat"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Get an ak and massacre you all with gold all in each coat

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

New canvas she need a new stroke

Used to find dope in his coat

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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