This is a song about "Cook"

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

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And that i spent the night with her

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

They getting nice, they got some ice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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