This is a song about "Cook"

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

She can't know where my mother stay

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Sometimes i think, what i need

We will cook you up and eat,

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

But she's a good cook and supporter

Don't let me break, please make me stronger

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.