This is a song about "Pockets fat with cash"

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Not with cash with the blood that's from your veins

I'm everything that they call nice

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

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Money in my pockets

Been spending most our lives

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent