This is a song about "Cook"

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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

She even said she can cook!

Better than your bitch would

Hoes row got beans in them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion