This is a song about "Cook"

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

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

When you ain't got no education

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.