This is a song about "Cook"

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

She even said she can cook!

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Baby you're the one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

I can’t fuck with the alter

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

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