This is a song about "Kitchen tools"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

With women with issues

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Now i'm back with one of my latest

All up in my kitchen sink

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one