This is a song about "Cook"

Mami... she open, she open

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

Better or worse, the center of attention

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast