This is a song about "Cook"

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

We will cook you up and eat,

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

So while you worry about the hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.