This is a song about "Cooking gumbo"

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Or be real good at cooking

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

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

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