This is a song about "Cook"

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

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

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that