This is a song about "Cook"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

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

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

She even said she can cook!

My nigga, no hook

Everybody watching while you touching real money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived