This is a song about "Studio cooking"

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

You reflect me, i love that about you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And stay focused on the women and you get less done