This is a song about "Cook"

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I pop one, you pop one

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

After the club, gettin you open

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts