This is a song about "Cook"

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

She even said she can cook!

My nigga, no hook

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards