This is a song about "Cook"

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

My pockets got paper on paper

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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