This is a song about "Cooking mama"

Money ain't a thing

Or be real good at cooking

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Wardrobe from round the globe

But lil' mama so dope

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Revolution might be televised