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

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

And i doubt that ever change

No money in pocket

I be on some other shit

You easy stealing picked pocket,

I'mma sign that work and release that

Keep a gram in my pocket,

I was on my sway shit

Theres a hole in my pocket

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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