This is a song about "Cooked"

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

Wish i could trouble shoot it restart and reboot it i cooked it i lose it

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

The dealers made that shit into crack and they cooked it up,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

But you're probably cooked at the moment