This is a song about "Finley noah peater cook"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Catch noah and the arch for the rapture

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts