This is a song about "Pocket full of money"

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Belly full of paper bills

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

My personality is full of criminality

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like a line full of hoes

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Everything is just full of shit.