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

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

I'll pistol whip you with my lyrics and beat you to the ground.

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Because a would have cut off all ma loose ends in a heart beat like a jew