This is a song about "Cook crack"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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

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

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

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

For what for cookin crack

I'm about to snap