This is a song about "Cook"

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

She even said she can cook!

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good