This is a song about "Cook"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Becoming someone you don't recognize

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

And i be on the block all day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

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

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Gift and a curse, the center of attention