This is a song about "Cook"

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

Insubordinate for good reason

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

But she's a good cook and supporter

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

All on the furniture with no regards

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

The bar is passin' bottles, money comin' like the lotto

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house