This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

There's nothin' like where i come from

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

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