This is a song about "Cooking crack"

In the house, holla back

For what for cookin crack

Or be real good at cooking

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

She was wet off the bat

If it still has a crack

That moschino shit is so back

All of us will eventually crack.

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Those words are real not crack,

When love comes callin', don’t love back

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

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke