This is a song about "Cook"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

When you ain't got no education

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

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Bitch i'm all you need

We will cook you up and eat,