This is a song about "Cook"

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

She even said she can cook!

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

For the low that nine cheap

We will cook you up and eat,