This is a song about "Wallet scotch"

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

And still make you pay cash from your wallet,

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised