This is a song about "Pizza pockets"

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

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

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

His pockets were full and he was feeling kinda tight

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope