This is a song about "Cook"

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

But she's a good cook and supporter

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

She say she fucking with me the long way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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