This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

I perfect every line

We love for a while then a light goes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I need to free them