This is a song about "Cooking term"

I want a long term relationship don't you get it?

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

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.

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

It's no wonder that my wordiness doesn't deserve the term worthy... yet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke