This is a song about "Cook"

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

So while you worry about the hoes

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Lobsters and shrimp im good

She even said she can cook!