This is a song about "Cook"

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

What do i really need

We will cook you up and eat,

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Good love then i can do that for her

Cause i can’t wait much longer

But she's a good cook and supporter