This is a song about "Polly pockets"

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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

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

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

The day before is better than the present

Pockets to no ends, through hell and out china well spent,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips