This is a song about "Cook"

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

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

And i ain't frontin for her

But she's a good cook and supporter

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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