This is a song about "Hot pockets"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

I don't hear no talking, we just hear them barking

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

Got a beans if you wanna pop

I though i was red hot

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent