This is a song about "Take you to the kitchen"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Keep yo bitch the kitchen, you know she be bitchin'

I'm a son of a gun

Standing in the kitchen

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Take it to the kitchen, now we're baking bad,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I'll take you by the throat to throw you under bus

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

And not in the kitchen

I pop one, you pop one

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,