This is a song about "Cook"

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

No hook, fuck a hook

She even said she can cook!

Take her back to where i live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods