This is a song about "Cook"

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

We will cook you up and eat,

Redan road, that’s my street

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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