This is a song about "Chandler cook"

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

We will cook you up and eat,

Lobsters and shrimp im good

She even said she can cook!

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation