This is a song about "Chandler cook"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Riding around without a fuck given

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Miss i want to read into your nature

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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