This is a song about "Hot pocket"

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

And talk some more shit

Keep a gram in my pocket,

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

You easy stealing picked pocket,

I know you just doing your job

Cause i'm always served hot

And i wish i had #420 bucks in my back pocket

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit