This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I'm tryna learn somethin new

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

To mcs that don't rhyme good

She even said she can cook!

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Me and my peeps often meet

Put up and smoke that weed,

I can always go home and look down my street

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,