This is a song about "Cook"

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I got something you've been waiting for

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness