This is a song about "Cook"

Listen to every word that i slur

But she's a good cook and supporter

More money that mean less sleep

We will cook you up and eat,

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Before we see it's hard to live

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

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And that i spent the night with her

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

Each day it gets more realer, orangutan's bang like gorillas

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest