This is a song about "Cook"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But she's a good cook and supporter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation