This is a song about "Money 30 bans in my pocket my bitch my tesla my private jet shit broke niggas"

Keep a gram in my pocket,

You, you, you have to pay for that

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

How bout we blow this bit

Theres a hole in my pocket

You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

Together all the timethought it was true love

I have money in my pocket, gotta rolls royce hydraulic suspension,

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention