This is a song about "Cook"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Flyer then the rest of them

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I used to have a nine to five

Back down, before i cook you like rice.