This is a song about "Pockets low"

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

There's chronic seeds in me pockets; it's best that a nigga lay low

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope