This is a song about "Cook"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

See, i'm second to no one

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

We will cook you up and eat,

She even said she can cook!

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,