This is a song about "Cooking"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven