This is a song about "Cooking"

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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.