This is a song about "Kitchen"

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

They think they bring that pain

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Keep yo bitch the kitchen, you know she be bitchin'

Ca't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

For those whey no fit dey fix son