This is a song about "Hot pockets"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

I though i was red hot

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right