This is a song about "Cookin coco"

The fiction they cookin' in the kitchen, nothing worth finga lickin'

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

Got it cookin' homonyms off in this volumetric flask slow

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

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

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

A$$ that pops like coco,

Maybe we just need to slow

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,