This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

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

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

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

I be giving work to the kids

I got money dripping from my pockets.

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin