This is a song about "Cook"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues