This is a song about "Cook"

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

We will cook you up and eat,

I don't know defeat

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free