This is a song about "Cook"

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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