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

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Because if you hurt your self like this

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do

So put me outta your fucken journey

I just want somebody i can see

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love