This is a song about "Cooking"

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Silent momentman, i been missing you

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

But he don't rule a thing

Or be real good at cooking