This is a song about "Basic cooking terms"

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

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

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

I know your raps are basic

Another love song about shit

But this real, fuck how you feel

In rap terms he keeps it real

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

You have no hope in this battle, you're schemes are too basic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

In terms of propaganda this was an astronomical year

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts