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

We will cook you up and eat,

Last of a dying breed

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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