This is a song about "Martyn cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

We will cook you up and eat,

Redan road, that’s my street

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

I feel like deaths around the corner

But she's a good cook and supporter

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,