This is a song about "Cook"

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow