This is a song about "Cooking"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

We pray while we prey on competition

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

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

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols