This is a song about "Out the pocket pimp lexus hotel"

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Cause i don't need a fort or a hotel to see the seas

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

Haters beware, i can see clear

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Living out his own pocket with his very own promise

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Minds are wasted like paper out the pocket in lines in vegas

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis