This is a song about "Pockets"

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Money in my pockets

She likes the way it hits her lips

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash