This is a song about "Pockets fat"

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Ever since then i had no job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives