This is a song about "Cookin"

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Be cookin some fire and be dishing out some flame/

For what for cookin crack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Cookin' crack in my apron

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Rule had a run, couple movie parts