This is a song about "Kitchen tools"

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Binding us to slavery tools,

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

From where gorillas territorial for inches

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

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

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen