This is a song about "A pantry that gives you the food and drink of your choice"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My seniority, gives me authority, over the majority of you,

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Sit down like you always do, and drink your white piss!

Take a clue, this is your cue/out the coup now take your choice its me or you.

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

And realized that life's a bitch, and that gives you no love

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough