This is a song about "Henry s kitchen"

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

And i leave them in the kitchen

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Standing in the kitchen

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

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

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

And get on down with this thc vision