This is a song about "Cooking mama"

I give two shits about yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

To get inside my mind, itll be really ill advised

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Texting my mama current self

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Pushing in my mama van

Playboy, i don't own that man

Or be real good at cooking

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty