This is a song about "Cooking crack"

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

All of us will eventually crack.

So i went out, sold that crack

You got reason to brag

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Together all the timethought it was true love

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

So tell me what they crack

Naked woman rub my back

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story