This is a song about "Cook"

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

We will cook you up and eat,

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero