This is a song about "Cook"

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

To mcs that don't rhyme good

She even said she can cook!

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot