This is a song about "Whipping in the kitchen"

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And i leave them in the kitchen

They had a hell of a run

Standing in the kitchen

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt