This is a song about "Volunteering at a soup kitchen"

You really liked tomato soup, so i went in to make tomato soup

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Soup pal every night i'm fucking a new gal i go straight to bed never let them

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Drowning in the political soup

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

And not in the kitchen

Go where you ain't been

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,