This is a song about "Morgan s pizza pockets"

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

My pockets are unfit

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Attention is a must

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple