This is a song about "Hell s kitchen"

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Get yo ass out the kitchen

I'm caged up in state prison

Is a space that now you hold

S queezys very bold

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one