This is a song about "Whippin"

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

Making rappers go ape shit giving inspiration to live until you're ancient

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt