This is a song about "Kitchen king"

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

And not in the kitchen

Top ranked, number one my son

I'm feelin like a king,

They wouldn't be nothing

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

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

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

And i leave them in the kitchen

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

And it smells like burger king.