This is a song about "Cook"

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I make you feel like it is 10 below

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

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

She even said she can cook!

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test