This is a song about "Cook"

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

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

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

They go major, the flow is no longer