This is a song about "Cook"

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later