This is a song about "Recipe"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

A change in the recipe a new preamble

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Me and a ball thats a recipe for success

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

That's the recipe, my remedy, fuck a penalty, don't give a fuck about a felony.

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

He'd give me his blessin and the recipe