This is a song about "Cook"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

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

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Good love then i can do that for her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

But she's a good cook and supporter

Just to let you know, you are

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb