This is a song about "Dope pockets"

Around my way, i'm cut throat

But lil' mama so dope

Nice flow / my minds dope

Motivated just from being broke

New canvas she need a new stroke

Don't try to hate on dope

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

My pockets are unfit

To mcs that don't rhyme good

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

Said they smokin on that dope

Since i was left with no hope