This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

My pockets looking full and my wallet cant be tamed