This is a song about "New kitchen"

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Get yo ass out the kitchen

She don’t give her nigga head

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Your body's right as rain

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine