This is a song about "Cook"

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look