This is a song about "Cook"

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

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

I pray the lord my guns to keep

We will cook you up and eat,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,