This is a song about "Pocket knife"

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

You reachin in your pocket

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

In prison shanked by a knife

Only out a year, now facing life

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,