This is a song about "Thomas cook"

We will cook you up and eat,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit