This is a song about "Cook"

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

I never use a fork i always spoon her

But she's a good cook and supporter

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

If you out there let me hear you say

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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