This is a song about "Cook crack"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

No hook, fuck a hook

She even said she can cook!

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

For the low that nine cheap

We will cook you up and eat,

Sneak up on attack

Skyrocket like weed on crack

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

All of us will eventually crack.

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back