This is a song about "Doing nothing but eating sleeping and simple kitchen work"

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Say it simple but these fake kids are fearful and speechless

Y'all doing me nothing but favors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

That's why this shits simple and ain't my best work

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered