This is a song about "Cook s tale"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Chasing tale and how to keep you away from law,

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Like a fairy tale, it was just meant to be

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

A cautionary tale of fail and what not to say,

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

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

The only time i flirt with her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress