This is a song about "Dirty kitchen"

And i leave them in the kitchen

Me and my microphone could be one

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Its a dirty dirty world you got to watch who you talk to

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one