This is a song about "Dirty kitchen"

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

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

Trying to catch me riding dirty

While i'm making history

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

See, i'm second to no one

Standing in the kitchen

Go to a soup kitchen

Miami nights, ain't another one