This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Illicit funds in my pockets for that greenery

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

But i let off everything i have

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