This is a song about "Cook"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

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

I make you feel like it is 10 below

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I'm gettin discouraged with her

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours