This is a song about "Mariah cook"

They had a hell of a run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

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

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Last of a dying breed

We will cook you up and eat,

And just looked at the whole situation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'