This is a song about "Cook"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay