This is a song about "Sherry can cook"

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

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

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator