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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean 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/

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

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

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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