This is a song about "Cook"

We will cook you up and eat,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Can’t you see just how long my run

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

See i can only love you when you undressed

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