This is a song about "Cook"

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Baby you're the one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

You just working with the scraps you was given

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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