This is a song about "Cook"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

All on the furniture with no regards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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