This is a song about "Cook"

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

We will cook you up and eat,

But i'm not worried

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

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

So if it comes down, may the best man win

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'