This is a song about "Morgan s pizza pockets"

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

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