This is a song about "Pocket knife"

Bars change a nigga life

Hide yo' wife, grab a knife,

She got angry threat me by knife

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

You reachin in your pocket

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Then play you all my latest shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops