This is a song about "Morgan s pizza pockets"

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Then put it into sex drive

It´s the battle of life

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

I'm at where you can't come like no semen

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

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

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