This is a song about "New kitchen"

I don't trust no one

And not in the kitchen

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And i leave them in the kitchen

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one