This is a song about "Cook"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

We will cook you up and eat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation