This is a song about "Pockets fat"

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

Small, but you talkin' big

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

That!but i am ugly and fat,

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

Money in my pockets

Without the sound of guns