This is a song about "Pockets so stuck"

Your dirty rhymes got ya stuck in the pig trough, i got the last laugh so just get lost

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I'm on my own shit

My pockets are unfit

I got money dripping from my pockets.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Whats really to say i dont know, im stuck in this life so ill make it gold