This is a song about "Cook"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

This is how she want to live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

But she's a good cook and supporter

Just to let you know, you are