This is a song about "Alabama hot pockets"

Fuck that job been around that block

I though i was red hot

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Pockets to no ends, through hell and out china well spent,

I got money dripping from my pockets.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool