This is a song about "Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission to take all you dirty niggas out unless your family or i know you"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

My mind my thoughts i think they're out to get me

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Perhaps so, so love all your foes, we're family you know

With me, the objective of this mission is to take all wannabes out of the world

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

I want your last thoughts to be me, sitting on your couch watching glee

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin