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

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

“alright man, i’ll take you to the border”

The only time i flirt with her

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

They say that karats help your vision

Cause if this bitch isn't in the kitchen,

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

Best to take in all the breath you can take

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape