This is a song about "Cook"

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

I work hard for everything i get

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

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.