This is a song about "Cooking doobies"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Gotta keep it pushing

Or be real good at cooking

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke