This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

All on the furniture with no regards

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

But keep them cigarettes away

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

See i can only love you when you undressed

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation