This is a song about "You suck at cooking and you smell really bad like your cooking"

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

We love for a while then a light goes

You rap so bad your girl left you and came to suck my dick,

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

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