This is a song about "Cook"

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

She even said she can cook!

This information is vital, look

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

Cause i can’t wait much longer