This is a song about "Cooking passover"

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Or be real good at cooking

Money ain't a thing

Red on the black, white clean like it was passover

I got something you've been waiting for

But it was africa the continent we all came from

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son