This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

But she's a good cook and supporter

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money