This is a song about "Cooking dope"

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

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

Used to find dope in his coat

Don't try to hate on dope

That's cause all my shit dope

I put it down your throat

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Said they smokin on that dope

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke