This is a song about "Pockets low"

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

At this love thing toe to toe

They setting the bar low,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable