This is a song about "I got all this recipe"

Oh brother all this, cus i got big balls

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

I got a watch wit all gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

This got perfection, it got it all, i'm at the top and i cannot fall

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

But sadly they're all i got

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I got all the haters on their knees

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Don’t you be holding back, your love