This is a song about "Pockets"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

He tried tossing to andre johnson

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

My pockets are unfit

Saying they this and that

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick