This is a song about "Wallets"

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But these wall street bankers use this to pad their wallets,

You talk like grand theft auto when you're just swiping wallets

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings