This is a song about "Cooking in the kitchen"

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Shout out chicken getting chicken

And not in the kitchen

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

It was just the four of us uptown corners

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

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

And i leave them in the kitchen

I hit your block and we can box for fun