This is a song about "Alabama hot pocket"

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I got a laptop in my back pocket

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

You reachin in your pocket

Keep a gram in my pocket,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I used to live in them trailer parks across all of alabama,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

So i took another shot