This is a song about "Martyn cook"

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

But i can only love you when you undressed

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Sky high, iced out paradise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues