This is a song about "Cooking term"

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

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

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Thinking about your belief in the term religion

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

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

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

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

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