This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My pockets are unfit

See i let my nigga split that

Been spending most our lives

Money in my pockets

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks