This is a song about "Cook"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But she's a good cook and supporter

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay