This is a song about "Cook"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And that i spent the night with her

They getting nice, they got some ice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

But she's a good cook and supporter

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her