This is a song about "Hot pockets"

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

That's all i got

I though i was red hot

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

My pockets are unfit

And you all will respect that

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

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

The fence they was on about my rap skills