This is a song about "Cook"

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer