This is a song about "Cook"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

Back down, before i cook you like rice.