This is a song about "Cook"

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

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

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

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

And then along came the wrong man for her