This is a song about "Cooperate"

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

But you can bet i aint about to cooperate