This is a song about "Pockets fat with cash"

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Money in my pockets

The youngest of my mother kids

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts