This is a song about "Pockets on heavy"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Hoping for a settlement with metal on my delicate's heavy like an elephant.

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

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

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

No barging, nigga that's a bargain

The green backs in my pockets be talkin