This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Come get some, you little bum

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

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

But i ain't get to see you today

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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