This is a song about "Kitchen sanitation"

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

Ca't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

And last but not least please don't tell no one

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Go to a soup kitchen

And when it's said and done

Standing in the kitchen

So the ones eye has freak don't run

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes