This is a song about "Cook"

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

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

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And there's little to be glad for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free