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

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Bumpin c.s.f. in the whip and spittin some carcinogens/

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Other than that, i blend in the background, bracing myself for a letdown/

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

I'll whip the ak out as a ride in the night yeh,

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute