This is a song about "Alabama hot pockets"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Shining a light on my lack of focus, broke pockets/

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

Let me see you walk

I though i was red hot

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet