This is a song about "Cook"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

She even said she can cook!

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

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

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

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