This is a song about "Cooking with acids and bases"

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

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

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Been shattering their bases for ages and won the greatest battle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

On the slow jam of love

And i ran them like bases,

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done