This is a song about "Cook"

But she's a good cook and supporter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But i ain't get to see you today

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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