This is a song about "Cook"

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

And that i spent the night with her

But she's a good cook and supporter

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right