This is a song about "Whip in kitchen fast cars trap house"

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Standing in the kitchen

When it's all said and done

Two reflections into one

And not in the kitchen

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

You never play with young boys cause they never private

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one