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

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Standing in the kitchen

Hold on you can see my vision

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

Highest form of affection, physical connection