This is a song about "Cook"

She even said she can cook!

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

Two reflections into one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

The drug that they brain need

We will cook you up and eat,

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

But she's a good cook and supporter

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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