This is a song about "Cooking passover"

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Or be real good at cooking

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

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

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas