This is a song about "Cassidy kitchens"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Cassidy your different from other girls

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

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Im incredibly simular to cassidy passionately

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens