This is a song about "Cook"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

But she's a good cook and supporter

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation