This is a song about "Cook"

I need money in a major way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Seein' dreams in they sleep

We will cook you up and eat,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit