This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Shining a light on my lack of focus, broke pockets/

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

The next day you is everybody target

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

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience