This is a song about "Wallet scotch"

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet