This is a song about "Polly pockets"

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

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

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Money in my pockets

Not king james, these were coke kings

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Niggas is unifying as we speak

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

My pockets are unfit

Lease on the whip