This is a song about "Cook"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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