This is a song about "Cook"

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I chill now...cop a little ice later

And get on down with this thc vision

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

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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