This is a song about "Lillys kitchen utenls"

Two reflections into one

Go to a soup kitchen

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So i can understand police victims

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,