This is a song about "Cooking dope in the crock pot"

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Claim they with the money team but aint got a pot to piss in

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

And i don't make no bed rock

They burn on every block

Look like a crock, you stand in shock/

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Insane like ed gein, putting dope in the vein, by the bundles.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.