This is a song about "Polly pockets"

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Money in my pockets

Not king james, these were coke kings

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends