This is a song about "Cook"

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But she's a good cook and supporter

I can’t fuck with the alter

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

All on the furniture with no regards

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind