This is a song about "Cooking cheesecake"

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

I'll tell you baby that we're through

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Now momma told me be careful who you love

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

She never ready to go so she forever come

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace