This is a song about "Cook"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

This a different motor man better go to work

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

They say that karats help your vision