This is a song about "Cook"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Miami nights, ain't another one

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

She even said she can cook!

No hook, fuck a hook

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

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

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts