This is a song about "Cook"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Can’t you see just how long my run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,