This is a song about "Cooking the crackpot"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

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

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols