This is a song about "Cook"

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

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

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

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

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

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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