This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

Or who did, cause i did

My pockets are unfit

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Money in my pockets

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping