This is a song about "Kettle cuisine"

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Only real niggas stay on top

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

That bitch she's my queen her pussies my cuisine

Never wrong at any level

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon