This is a song about "Cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Lobsters and shrimp im good

She even said she can cook!

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

But she's a good cook and supporter

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

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

How i think about you every day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation