This is a song about "Cook"

She even said she can cook!

From hollywood to the hood

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I compliment you with your conversation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'