This is a song about "Get back in the kitchen"

And i leave them in the kitchen

Catch you up on places i've been

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

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

Standing in the kitchen

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Women are in the kitchen or they're cleanin' the hallway,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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