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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

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

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

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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