This is a song about "Trench coat"

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

This is why her nigga mad

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Coat of pained stiches but i am wearin it, proudly