This is a song about "Cook"

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

Then put it into sex drive

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good