This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Momma say, you making me lose pay

But she's a good cook and supporter

Get your paper, see you later

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

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