This is a song about "Alabama hot pockets"

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

So i took another shot

My pockets are unfit

She crazy, that stalker shit

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Inside my pockets, so try to knock it, defeat's ahead of you

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end