This is a song about "Pocket change"

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You reachin in your pocket

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Theres a hole in my pocket

No money in pocket

It shows i know a bit

With foreign names, valet the range

The man who wanted to change

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket