This is a song about "Pans in the kitchen"

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

I'll suck his dick then skip to the kitchen, spit it in your nasty face

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens