This is a song about "Jayla cook"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

She do everything i say

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Cold, my style making my nose run

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano