This is a song about "Cook"

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

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