This is a song about "Cook"

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

This a different motor man better go to work

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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