This is a song about "Kitchen court"

It ain't where i been

And not in the kitchen

Time to get dressed up cry at court

All you need is your passport

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Once i get in the court.

Fresh out the airport

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!