This is a song about "Kitchen untensils"

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Baby you're the one

And not in the kitchen

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

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

It ain't where i been

Get yo ass out the kitchen

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been