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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat, suck leech

Yo, turn me up some

Gonna make you suck your thumb

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Before they suck you up and probe your ass

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

When a niggah said your dismissed and you suck a mean dick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic