This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Yea i'm missin some sleep

We will cook you up and eat,

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Or generate the next line,

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Shit, see that thing there was mine

I perfect every line