This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

I compliment you with your conversation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though