This is a song about "Cook"

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Better than your bitch would

She even said she can cook!

We will cook you up and eat,

Sometimes i think, what i need

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

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.