This is a song about "Cook"

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

This thing that you could imagine

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Yeah, as i walk up to the alter

But she's a good cook and supporter

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts