This is a song about "Cooking passover"

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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.

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

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine