This is a song about "Jonathan cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

But she's a good cook and supporter

Cause they right down the street

We will cook you up and eat,

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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