This is a song about "Cook"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

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

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

See i can only love you when you undressed

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

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