This is a song about "Cook"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

She even said she can cook!

No hook, fuck a hook

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards