This is a song about "Cook"

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

They say that karats help your vision

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I used to have a nine to five

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

She even said she can cook!

To mcs that don't rhyme good