This is a song about "Cook"

More than fly girl, a flying saucer

But she's a good cook and supporter

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination