This is a song about "Cook"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

She even said she can cook!

My nigga, no hook