This is a song about "Kitchen tools"

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

All the girls really want is fun

Standing in the kitchen

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Rub the wood and ima show em love

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack