This is a song about "My pen exploded in my pocket"

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Theres a hole in my pocket

Look inside my closet

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

When they here today what you say to them

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

But my plan is to show you that i understand

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Keep a gram in my pocket,