This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I got money dripping from my pockets.

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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