This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Let them sail to finish line,

If they find that stash box just one time

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Until the end if time

You'd be walking a fine line

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

She even said she can cook!

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it