This is a song about "Kitchen tools"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

If your man want to bet

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Binding us to slavery tools,

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Yeah bitch this date's done

And not in the kitchen