This is a song about "Cook"

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm gettin discouraged with her