This is a song about "Cook"

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

That happen to act like a black president

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Just a place that they can come

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,