This is a song about "Pans in the kitchen"

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The fiction they cookin' in the kitchen, nothing worth finga lickin'

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump