This is a song about "Cooking up meth"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

She likes the way it hits her lips

Add some meth and that pills

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies