This is a song about "New kitchen"

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Heavy diction, lined in your ready petty kitchen

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Standing in the kitchen

It ain't where i been

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Curl up like big worm when i drop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot