This is a song about "Cooking in the kitchen"

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

And i leave them in the kitchen

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

I hit your block and we can box for fun