This is a song about "Dan cook"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

I get that work from my face

They all see my life from a childish position

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

For the low that nine cheap

We will cook you up and eat,

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

I know we did something wrong,but it gone for so long dan

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation