This is a song about "Martyn cook"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

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

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Redan road, that’s my street

We will cook you up and eat,

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds