This is a song about "Badguy strange pocket spendin block money"

Said her hearts, in a cage

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Can barely walk the city streets

Spendin money on machines,

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back