This is a song about "Kitchen court"

Baby you're the one

Go to a soup kitchen

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Standing in the kitchen

I'm a son of gun

She watchin' that oxygen

Get yo ass out the kitchen

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Pass any court date without a trail,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail