This is a song about "Cook"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

But she's a good cook and supporter

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

You feel it from your head to your toes

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Now cook me a meal, gordon

But that’s just life, where i’m from