This is a song about "Kitchen bowls"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Get yo ass out the kitchen

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

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

Standing in the kitchen

He’s tha only one

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen