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

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I know what you do with that

Get caught in my mouse trap

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

I roll arond in my new whip

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one