This is a song about "Hot pockets"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

In the limelight being red hot

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Half your body laying on my chest

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Money in my pockets

And the v12, that's on various trips

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen