This is a song about "Pockets fat with cash"

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Money in my pockets

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Im ridein around with that big 30, these fat bitch's they stay thirsty

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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