This is a song about "Cook"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

She even said she can cook!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay