This is a song about "Kettle cuisine"

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Only real niggas stay on top

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Never wrong at any level

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

That bitch she's my queen her pussies my cuisine

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential