This is a song about "Kitchen cabinets"

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Go to a soup kitchen

Yeah bitch this date's done

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

And i leave them in the kitchen

They say that karats help your vision

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,