This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

But check out how i roll mine

Or generate the next line,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

She take two man one time

Almost at the finish line

She even said she can cook!

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Let them sail to finish line,

Baby you so fine

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

My hypothesis is drawn fine line