This is a song about "Cook"

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Then your prolly on water

But she's a good cook and supporter

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

Me and my microphone could be one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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