This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Each day it gets more realer, orangutan's bang like gorillas

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

But she's a good cook and supporter