This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Money in my pockets

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

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

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though