This is a song about "Makeing something outta your self"

You did this to your self, don't blame me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Fuck your whole crew too nigga, you're outta luck fool

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table