This is a song about "Beverly cook"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Sky high, iced out paradise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit