This is a song about "Hiot pockets"

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Inside my pockets, so try to knock it, defeat's ahead of you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

Money in my pockets

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep