This is a song about "Cooking drugs"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Cause i bounce around like im drugs

Probly from selling or doing drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees