This is a song about "Cook"

What do i really need

We will cook you up and eat,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Better than your bitch would

She even said she can cook!

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

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