This is a song about "Cook"

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Listen to every word that i slur

But she's a good cook and supporter

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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