This is a song about "Alabama hot pockets"

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

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

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I got money dripping from my pockets.

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends