This is a song about "Cooked cunts"

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

But you're probably cooked at the moment

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Locked in tight cause you're trying to keep this cunts buzz

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

While you debatin' a resign from gettin' cooked from my previous line.