This is a song about "Cook"

She even said she can cook!

Smoke ? you know it taste good

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

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

That happen to act like a black president

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

But she's a good cook and supporter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

We will cook you up and eat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned