This is a song about "Cook"

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

So if it comes down, may the best man win

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition