This is a song about "Cook"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But she's a good cook and supporter

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

We can't catch the beat

We will cook you up and eat,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

And just looked at the whole situation

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

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

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice