This is a song about "Wallet"

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

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

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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