This is a song about "Tori cook"

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

But she's a good cook and supporter

More than fly girl, a flying saucer

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

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

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent