This is a song about "Cooking class"

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

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

Fell asleep in first class

How the fuck you wipe your ass

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

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

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

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

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

Or be real good at cooking

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing