This is a song about "Cook"

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

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

We will cook you up and eat,

Have no souls indeed

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Rollin' down the four o five

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition