This is a song about "Cook"

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

But she's a good cook and supporter

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

You know...you know who you are