This is a song about "Cooked ways"

Where the wave, show me the ways,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella

Move like i’m walking with an open case

All the the errors of our ways,

We went our separate ways

Yeah hail mary full of grace

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways