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

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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