This is a song about "Cook"

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

She even said she can cook!

She got that good good

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those