This is a song about "Pockets gettin fatter"

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Shining a light on my lack of focus, broke pockets/

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/