This is a song about "Cooking"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

He ain't give a fuck about you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew