This is a song about "Cook"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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