This is a song about "Cook"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

We will cook you up and eat,

Redan road, that’s my street

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker