This is a song about "Cook"

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive