This is a song about "Pockets on heavy"

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Money in my pockets

Dc's here, this is where crack lives