This is a song about "Trench coat"

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote