This is a song about "Cook"

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

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her