This is a song about "Alabama hot pockets"

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Money in my pockets

My pockets are unfit

Now you got me hopped up on that

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

My talent should take me places i've never been

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling