This is a song about "Cook"

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I'm everything that they call nice

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

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

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window