This is a song about "Kitchen life"

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

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

And not in the kitchen

All the girls really want is fun

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Go to a soup kitchen

I pop one, you pop one