This is a song about "Cook"

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

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

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe