This is a song about "Cook"

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

All the girls really want is fun

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Or something that you paid for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker