This is a song about "Cook"

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

She even said she can cook!

Better than your bitch would

Just to match the grind with precision

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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