This is a song about "Kettle cuisine"

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Never wrong at any level

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

That bitch she's my queen her pussies my cuisine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle