This is a song about "Dirty kitchen"

On the bible you can run

And i leave them in the kitchen

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

All up in my kitchen sink

If i lost you be patient

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Ca't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million