This is a song about "Cooking cheesecake"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Or be real good at cooking

Just before they seen my money in the green

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven