This is a song about "Cooking term"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

When you keep em right beside you