This is a song about "Cook"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

But she's a good cook and supporter

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her