This is a song about "Alani cook"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

We will cook you up and eat,

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

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation