This is a song about "Cook"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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