This is a song about "Cook"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

I told him get his 9 and run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

That happen to act like a black president

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

But i ain't get to see you today