This is a song about "Cooking the crackpot"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon