This is a song about "Andrews porridge"

Stephen hawking all rolled in to one brain, can it be?

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Well rick james, maury jane

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

So we're representing this detroit, yo you best get bent or get destroyed

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice