This is a song about "Cook"

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts