This is a song about "Tim cook"

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Lobsters and shrimp im good

She even said she can cook!

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

More money that mean less sleep

We will cook you up and eat,

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

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