This is a song about "Cooking ramen"

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.

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story