This is a song about "Pocket full of money"

My life was full of bitterness

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Catch you up on places i've been

Full of this unbridled passion

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

You can feel it via spirit

Everything is just full of shit.

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

Like a line full of hoes

This life i chose

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,