This is a song about "Cook"

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

But i can only love you when you undressed

All on the furniture with no regards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

We will cook you up and eat,

I said i got my ass beat

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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