This is a song about "Cook crack"

But she's a good cook and supporter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

This is how she want to live

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Yeah, the sex in the sack

If it still has a crack

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Top ranked, number one my son

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

She always comin back

Skyrocket like weed on crack