This is a song about "Cook"

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

No days off and that's even on a snow day

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though