This is a song about "I m in the kitchen and whippin seasoning that chicken finger licken"

And i leave them in the kitchen

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

And not in the kitchen

Go where you ain't been