This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

She even said she can cook!

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

But im a well of inspiration

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

Then put it into sex drive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.