This is a song about "Up in the kitchen with the pyrex"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

All up in my kitchen sink

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

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

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot