This is a song about "Cook"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

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