This is a song about "Trench coat and a bac"

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

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

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

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

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

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

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint