This is a song about "Cooking"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke