This is a song about "Cook"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

But i ain't get to see you today

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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