This is a song about "Cook"

We will cook you up and eat,

Indubitably i'm too street

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

Each day it gets more realer, orangutan's bang like gorillas

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts