This is a song about "Cook"

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

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

Or something that you paid for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

I feel like deaths around the corner

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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