This is a song about "Mise en place"

No place no career no place to even steer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

They say that i never cease to amaze

Keep on following, i know the perfect place

The corporations would never be in this place

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

And i just love your flashy ways

Driving my car to a foreign place

I miss the better days

To a different place

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Splattered his brains all over the place

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling