This is a song about "Cooking crack"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

So i went out, sold that crack

The crown ruler is back

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Ain't even tryna hold back

So tell me what they crack

When under pressure, i never crack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Or be real good at cooking