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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

And i leave them in the kitchen

I'm a son of a gun

Standing in the kitchen

And i am one of one

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I told him get his 9 and run

Get yo ass out the kitchen

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

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

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken