This is a song about "Cook"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

She don't really care about anyone advice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

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

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

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

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Me and my microphone could be one

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