This is a song about "Recipe"

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

He'd give me his blessin and the recipe

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Me and a ball thats a recipe for success

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

A change in the recipe a new preamble

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry