This is a song about "Cook"

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

The only time i flirt with her