This is a song about "Cook"

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I'm a dogyeah, yeah i rap harder

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.