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

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Kush is packed up bic in my pocket. im so high, oh so high, im a fly guy.

Can't find the mace in my pocket so i do an about face and

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I aint got the sun in my pocket, but i stay packing heat