This is a song about "Hot pockets"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

That means i have no block

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Money in my pockets

That going through some things