This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I got money dripping from my pockets.

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

If you wanted a date, don't come

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

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