This is a song about "Morgan s pizza pockets"

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

It´s the battle of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

And i could see you coming home after work late

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen