This is a song about "Cooking all day for picky old folks"

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

But for long time i had gone cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

It all started back when i was only 16 years old.

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Be as your way

Its time for judgment day

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I’ll tell you were you belong , your palace isn't here or there you are in the middle of nowhere

Until the day i am okay and display an array of plays for all the people out there,

Wait for the day i'm too old and i pass away...

And i got 'em every day, every day