This is a song about "Cooked ways"

Lookin' for these better days

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Aww lost in my past ways

Tryin hard to hide my face

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

I conquer in all types and ways

It'll last for all these crazy days