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

My girl said fuck off dad hes my man and im about to fuck his wiener,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

You don;t thin anymore

Didn't do a thing at all

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party