This is a song about "Cook"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

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

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt