This is a song about "Cook"

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow