This is a song about "Cook"

Bet i get like 8 of them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray