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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

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

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

And get on down with this thc vision

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

It was just the four of us uptown corners