This is a song about "Kitchen safety"

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

I wonder why we take from our women

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Just to match the grind with precision

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

Top ranked, number one my son

And not in the kitchen

All up in my kitchen sink

If i lost you be patient