This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Me and my microphone could be one

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

She even said she can cook!

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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