This is a song about "Polly pockets"

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Inside my pockets, so try to knock it, defeat's ahead of you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing