This is a song about "Cook"

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Ay yo you wonder who i are

But she's a good cook and supporter

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

This a different motor man better go to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.