This is a song about "Cook"

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

She even said she can cook!

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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