This is a song about "Cook"

But i - somehow, some way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Hold on you can see my vision

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Said when i do dirt wit her

But she's a good cook and supporter