This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block