This is a song about "Trench coat"

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

That im a slice off ya skin and make a new coat

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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