This is a song about "Cook"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

We will cook you up and eat,

For the low that nine cheap

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

From hollywood to the hood

She even said she can cook!

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

I pipe in and one night her