This is a song about "Cook"

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

She even said she can cook!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,