This is a song about "Cooking"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen