This is a song about "Cooking cheesecake"

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Or be real good at cooking

Bun b, i’m underground king

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine