This is a song about "Cook"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

We love for a while then a light goes

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation