This is a song about "Cook"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

And when it's said and done

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

We will cook you up and eat,

From the back seat, back seat

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent