This is a song about "Cook"

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She even said she can cook!

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods