This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

Been running around trying find a job

So while the world goes drake crazy

Chronic weed makes it very clear to see

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation