This is a song about "Hot pockets"

I want to fight the music on this one

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

He say, she say." oh my god

I though i was red hot

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix