This is a song about "Rules in the kitchen"

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

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

Got hu women frostburg women

Standing in the kitchen

Get yo ass out the kitchen

I'm a son of a gun

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Women are in the kitchen or they're cleanin' the hallway,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot