This is a song about "Cook"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

I compliment you with your conversation

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She even said she can cook!

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours