This is a song about "Cook"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I need a backyard full court size

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

The drug that they brain need

We will cook you up and eat,