This is a song about "Cook"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

She even said she can cook!

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

We will cook you up and eat,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her