This is a song about "Cook"

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

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