This is a song about "Cook"

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga 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 got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

But she's a good cook and supporter

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker