This is a song about "Cook"

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

But she's a good cook and supporter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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

She got that good good

She even said she can cook!

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Bet i get like 8 of them

Now cook me a meal, gordon