This is a song about "Cari cook"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

The day before is better than the present

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

We will cook you up and eat,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look