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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I roll arond in my new whip

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Put the whip cream on my balls spank lick it off