This is a song about "Cook"

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

We will cook you up and eat,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

You is not hip then i can not coach her

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto