This is a song about "Cook"

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

When you ain't got no education

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

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Indubitably i'm too street

We will cook you up and eat,

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

But she's a good cook and supporter