This is a song about "Cook"

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

That happen to act like a black president

See, she would complained of the tested nature

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

The real muscle in the message of that

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look