This is a song about "My dad said don t go to the kitchen"

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

I got to make sure that i can play here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Go to a soup kitchen

So now she picks up the gun