This is a song about "Cooking drugs in the kitchen"

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Miami nights, ain't another one

And i leave them in the kitchen

So now she picks up the gun

Standing in the kitchen

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans