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

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

Got the game on lock in my pocket

Foolish, i be on that new shit

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear