This is a song about "Cookin coco"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

To know i like that co-co

Hit the club she drop it low

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Vivid pictures of my enemies, family timesgod to forgive me cause it's wrong but i plan to die

It's just a figment of my imagination i've gone coco i've gone loco up so high

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

Double m g forever though

Them bitches trying to suck my coco.

A$$ that pops like coco,

Bad bitches never loved them though

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Now that ghetto system gets 'em trapped, they cookin' chemistry,