This is a song about "Pocket protectors"

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit