This is a song about "Pans in the kitchen"

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

And i leave them in the kitchen

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Get yo ass out the kitchen

She’s a star if i ever seen one

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

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product