This is a song about "Cook"

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

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

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious