This is a song about "Chandler cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

We will cook you up and eat,

The drug that they brain need

And there's little to be glad for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love