This is a song about "Morgan s pizza pockets"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

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

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

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Rollin' down the four o five

It´s the battle of life

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them