This is a song about "Basic cooking terms"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

These terms have left me burned like the ashes in an urn

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

On they twitter writing novels, see

Coming to terms, where we can agree

In rap terms he keeps it real

I got that mass appeal

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Another basic bitch, an alcoholic, they're typical,

Not basic i change shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I know your raps are basic

They was on that mase shit