This is a song about "Cooking cheesecake"

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

You good man, we don't want you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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