This is a song about "Cook"

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

After the club, gettin you open

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Then put it into sex drive

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,