This is a song about "Cook"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Showed your lil' ass look

She even said she can cook!