This is a song about "Wallet scotch"

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

If i see your wallet, don’t make me fall it

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

I'm still broke as fuck, i still have an empty wallet,

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and