This is a song about "Cook"

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Seein' dreams in they sleep

We will cook you up and eat,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Me and my microphone could be one

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues