This is a song about "Cookin"

It's so hot when cookin' up the coke rock on stove top,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

We stay faded, need no occasion

Cookin' crack in my apron

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Quietly becoming a top tier

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?