This is a song about "Cook"

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

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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