This is a song about "Hot pockets"

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

I’m the king of rock

I though i was red hot

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

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

To mcs that don't rhyme good

My pockets are unfit

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

In the limelight being red hot

We popping bottles, it don't stop