This is a song about "Cook"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

She even said she can cook!

This information is vital, look

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow