This is a song about "Cook"

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

The revolution will proceed

We will cook you up and eat,

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

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