This is a song about "Cook"

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

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

We will cook you up and eat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

She even said she can cook!

She got that good good

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

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

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

But she's a good cook and supporter

Huh, i can't interpret her