This is a song about "Kitchen life"

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

So now she picks up the gun

And not in the kitchen

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

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

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Ca't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

Well, brenda's barely got a brain