This is a song about "Cook"

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Now cook me a meal, gordon

My bitches fuck me good

She even said she can cook!

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that