This is a song about "Cook crack"

It ain't where i been

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Can only make me stronger

But she's a good cook and supporter

So tell me what they crack

I can't turn back

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip