This is a song about "Cook"

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

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

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

I compliment you with your conversation

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow