This is a song about "Cook"

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

But she's a good cook and supporter

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw