This is a song about "Beverly cook"

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

When you ain't got no education

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I don't trust no one

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test