This is a song about "Cook"

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

All on the furniture with no regards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

The day before is better than the present

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look