This is a song about "Cook"

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that