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

Cold world no blanket son

Get yo ass out the kitchen

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Ya nothing but a bitch, step outside of the kitchen

Drowning in the political soup

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I’m saving major loot

Slurp you up like wonton soup

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

Best be prepared for the outlaws