This is a song about "Cook"

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

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

If they ain’t talking bout paper

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,