This is a song about "Cassidy kitchens"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

So here i am at the store for some chips

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Cassidy your different from other girls

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Im incredibly simular to cassidy passionately

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese