This is a song about "Cook"

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

But she's a good cook and supporter

And i just want to hold her

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin