This is a song about "Cook"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Watch them get they monica on all day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Rollin' down the four o five

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts