This is a song about "Cook"

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

She even said she can cook!

To mcs that don't rhyme good

She say all men treat her wrong way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

This a different motor man better go to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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