This is a song about "Cook"

First off congratulations on the win

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

On the bible you can run

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look