This is a song about "Cook"

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Bitch i'm all you need

We will cook you up and eat,

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her