This is a song about "Cook"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Me and my microphone could be one

But she's a good cook and supporter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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