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

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

You ain't never seen

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

I'm caged up in state prison

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

And not in the kitchen

Miami nights, ain't another one

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition