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

And they know they can't blend in/

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Cut a beat like ax men, say that i'm logging

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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