This is a song about "Trench coat"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

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

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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