This is a song about "Cook"

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

But she's a good cook and supporter

Get your paper, see you later

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,