This is a song about "Cook"

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes