This is a song about "Henry s kitchen"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

It´s the battle of life

Before we see it's hard to live

S queezys very bold

I mean of course just the same old

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,