This is a song about "Cook"

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

I want to fight the music on this one

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

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

But she's a good cook and supporter