This is a song about "Volunteering at a soup kitchen"

Standing in the kitchen

Hold on you can see my vision

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Expectin' me to be in a kitchen, you're the beef and i'll slit it

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

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

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

I must go like fly route

Slurp you up like wonton soup

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position