This is a song about "Cook"

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose