This is a song about "Cook"

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

We will cook you up and eat,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard