This is a song about "Lillys kitchen utenls"

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

All we need is convienient love

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen