This is a song about "Cook"

Bet i get like 8 of them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I'm gettin discouraged with her

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

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

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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