This is a song about "Cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Grown men never should bite their tongue

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

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

She even said she can cook!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,