This is a song about "Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission to take all you dirty niggas out unless your family or i know you"

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I have all the thoughts in my head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

I know you said you have my back but its not your job to act for me,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Or get knocked out, shh time for you to take a nap

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission