This is a song about "Pockets on heavy"

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

It and go on vacation. drop the beat cuz it's too heavy, then i'll fade it out when

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

They bringing me fish and chips

Ah, god damn it, you're fucking heavy.

And all women who had light features, see

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Money in my pockets

Fuck, clean up on aisle six