This is a song about "Cook"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Don't let me break, please make me stronger

But she's a good cook and supporter

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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