This is a song about "Cooking drugs"

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Or be real good at cooking

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

You better call cops,coz this drugs