This is a song about "Polly pockets"

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

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

But i let off everything i have