This is a song about "Cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

My nigga, no hook

She even said she can cook!

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe