This is a song about "Chandler cook"

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts