This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

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

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

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

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one