This is a song about "Cook"

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues