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

All up in my kitchen sink

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

You just working with the scraps you was given

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

I pop one, you pop one

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet