This is a song about "Cooking"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Know that it’s god working

Or be real good at cooking

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

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

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean