This is a song about "Cook"

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

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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