This is a song about "Cheetah in the kitchen"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Women are in the kitchen or they're cleanin' the hallway,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen