This is a song about "Finley noah peater cook"

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Redan road, that’s my street

We will cook you up and eat,