This is a song about "Cook"

But i ain't get to see you today

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

They giving pounds and that before get the money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,