This is a song about "Cari cook"

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

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

She even said she can cook!

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Because i see right through your disguise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that