This is a song about "Cooking"

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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