This is a song about "Cook"

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

We will cook you up and eat,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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