This is a song about "Cook"

There are times when you'll need someone

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

She even said she can cook!

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms