This is a song about "Thomas cook"

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

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money