This is a song about "Cook"

How i think about you every day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Miss i want to read into your nature

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes