This is a song about "Cook"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

But she's a good cook and supporter

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work