This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

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

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

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

My pockets are unfit

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Money in my pockets

All green nigga pick six

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that