This is a song about "Cook"

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

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

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

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

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

This a different motor man better go to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit