This is a song about "Cook"

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

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

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I told him get his 9 and run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker