This is a song about "Hiot pockets"

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

My pockets are unfit

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Shining a light on my lack of focus, broke pockets/

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Went out and had a church of kids