This is a song about "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,

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow