This is a song about "Cook"

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered