This is a song about "Morgan s pizza pockets"

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

You was hot for a season

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Money in my pockets

All green nigga pick six

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

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