This is a song about "Elliott cook"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I never use a fork i always spoon her

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

But she's a good cook and supporter

Get your paper, see you later

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

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

We will cook you up and eat,

From the back seat, back seat