This is a song about "Cook"

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Car seats got screens in them

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

She even said she can cook!

My bitches fuck me good

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I'm gettin discouraged with her