This is a song about "Cassidy kitchens"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

See with a district columbia vision

Cassidy your different from other girls

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Im incredibly simular to cassidy passionately

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please