This is a song about "Cooking cheesecake"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen