This is a song about "Lillys kitchen utenls"

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

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

Tryna find the one

Standing in the kitchen

Go to a soup kitchen

Top ranked, number one my son

She can make a pimp fall in love

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

And not in the kitchen