This is a song about "Trench coat"

Coat, coat it with sugar,

How simple they are

I just know you need to go and grab your freshest winter coat

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

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

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

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Coat of pained stiches but i am wearin it, proudly

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see