This is a song about "Cooking class"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

First out the gate last back to class,

Baby, you got that super bass

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Instead of being in class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I'm just fucking round in class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Your beautiful during class