This is a song about "Pockets low"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

Where they find me, 16 on death row