This is a song about "Bunnies in my pocket"

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Because there ain't no coming back from that