This is a song about "Cookin"

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Be cookin some fire and be dishing out some flame/

The fiction they cookin' in the kitchen, nothing worth finga lickin'

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

After i'm cookin you with them bolts it's way more than just 10,000 volts

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Now that ghetto system gets 'em trapped, they cookin' chemistry,