This is a song about "Alabama hot pocket"

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ever since then i had no job

I though i was red hot

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I got a laptop in my back pocket