This is a song about "Cook"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew