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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

The fiction they cookin' in the kitchen, nothing worth finga lickin'

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

My position improving, not to mention

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump