This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

And i am one of one

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

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

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered