This is a song about "Cooking gumbo"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

I call em up, they might fall through

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse