This is a song about "Sam cook"

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth