This is a song about "Cook"

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

But she's a good cook and supporter

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,