This is a song about "Cook"

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

But she's a good cook and supporter

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position