This is a song about "Cook"

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Look in the scope, my people still a target

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Everybody finger point in your direction

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