This is a song about "Cooks"

Going ham with the beef cooks, raw, killing rappers now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Stack meat, i'm raw 'cuz when the beef cooks with battle rap,

But the head pounds, mind cooks like i found a disease that's venereal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,