This is a song about "Cook"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

In earth, as it is in heaven

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

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

Every day was a saturday, shit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows