This is a song about "Cook"

Tryna find the one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

You know...you know who you are

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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