This is a song about "Dirty kitchen"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Get yo ass out the kitchen

See, i'm second to no one

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Standing in the kitchen

Top ranked, number one my son

Ca't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none