This is a song about "Cook"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

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

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit