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

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Told ya i’m focused man

Bases full, i grand slam/

When that money calls i holla back

Bases loaded, up to bat

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given