This is a song about "Tim cook"

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Huh, i can't interpret her

But she's a good cook and supporter

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

Sometimes i think, what i need

We will cook you up and eat,

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Took me a while just to write those

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,