This is a song about "Hiot pockets"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Niggas is openin' up, cause they ain't popping

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

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Motherfucker this is forever dope