This is a song about "Cooking crack"

In the house, holla back

Those words are real not crack,

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

The door crack, niggas all black

So tell me what they crack

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Raised by a momma who, who

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

For what for cookin crack