This is a song about "Kitchen cabinets"

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Go to a soup kitchen

My drive is like no one

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Get yo ass out the kitchen

Norm's raiding your cabinets for paxil and penicillin

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Our vision never changed, we self made

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen