This is a song about "Cook"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

We will cook you up and eat,

Swear i will murk any beat

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay