This is a song about "Cook"

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

She don't really care about anyone advice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

This is freaking awesome

Now cook me a meal, gordon

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation