This is a song about "Cooking with love"

I hate my design but roll with the love

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

Spending her time with him i guess

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Come see real niggas on my team

You in love with christine

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/