This is a song about "Alabama hot pockets"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

I know you just doing your job

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

I though i was red hot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low