This is a song about "Bake beat blend cook cream cut in chop knead saute simmer stir whip"

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded

Get me nose in, blend in with the trend, broke kid ass kid

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Only real niggas stay on top

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

It was a mystery beat, then i heard it playin', "c.r.e.a.m.",

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream